Fengshui Forbidden Land

Recommended reading: On the Ninth Peak of Ink Mountain, in the sixth month, Ning Chen's cultivation of the True Sun Scripture had begun to bear fruit. Within a hundred li, spiritual energy churned violently, pouring endlessly into the demon body.

In an instant, yin and yang echoed each other. On the Eighth Peak, the Lunar Qi within Ayluo Zhen began to circulate on its own, its ghostly radiance sharp and cold, showing signs of another breakthrough.

Ayluo Zhen's expression changed. She reversed her cultivation and forcibly suppressed the aura that was continuously climbing throughout her body.

On the Dao platform of Message Peak, Ink Lord opened his eyes and looked toward the Ninth Peak. A faint gleam flashed through his weathered eyes.

Though he was a little slower than the others, he had not disappointed him after all.

"Come to Message Peak. I have matters to instruct you on," Ink Lord said.

"Yes."

Across the various peaks, figures respectfully accepted the order.

On the Ninth Peak, Ning Chen also opened his eyes. His figure flashed, and he hurried toward Message Peak.

Before long, all six arrived and stood awaiting orders.

Ning Chen's gaze darkened slightly. The other five wore grave expressions as well, silent and wordless.

Among the five, Qi Huan caught sight of Ayluo Zhen's slender hands clenched so tightly that they had turned white. He sighed softly in his heart. This journey into the Fengshui Forbidden Land might already be Eighth Junior Sister's final chance.

After weighing the matter for a moment, Ning Chen raised his head and looked at the silver-haired woman before him. "I choose Eighth Senior Sister," he said calmly.

Hearing this, Ink Lord nodded. "Eighth, accompany Ninth on this journey."

"Yes."

Ayluo Zhen slowly loosened her hands, stepped forward, and respectfully answered.

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